Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,195

beyond them beside a picnic table with a smug look on his face that suggested he’d been the one to put those items there.

"What the fuck is this?" I muttered to Kyan, but he just grinned in answer.

Blake strode to the front of the group, shoving the Unspeakables toward all the items. He walked through the middle of them, picking up the stick which looked like it had come from a pine tree and jumping up onto a bench beyond the items.

"Welcome to the Picnic Games!" Blake hollered and the gathered students cheered in excitement. How had word even spread about this shit? And why didn’t I know about it?

I looked to Monroe with a question in my eyes, but he just shrugged, a grin playing around his lips. He was as crazy as the rest of them. And I totally loved it.

Kyan led me across the courtyard to sit on the bench Blake was standing on and Saint sat down on my other side with a vicious smile as we faced the Unspeakables. Monroe moved to stand behind us, anticipation emanating from him and I turned my head, mouthing a hey to him which he mouthed it back, making my tummy swirl and flutter. Damn his beautiful face.

"You will all have fifteen minutes to get your hands on this immunity stick," Blake explained as I turned back to face him, finding him waving the stick in his hands. "Whoever is holding it when the time is up will be immune from all further punishments for two full weeks!" he cried to another round of cheers.

My jaw dropped as I took in the Unspeakables’ fearful faces, but as they looked between each other, that fear quickly turned to determination.

"Saint, set the timer," Blake called and Saint took his iPad out, resting it upright in a stand so it was aimed at the Unspeakables with a fifteen minute timer ready to go on it. "May the odds never be in your favour," Blake jeered to a round of laughs, then he raised three fingers, putting them down as he counted and the whole crowd joined in. "Three - two - one - go!"

Blake tossed the immunity stick towards them just as Saint hit start on the timer and my heart pounded out of rhythm as they all dived on it. Everyone except Squits who raced for the baseball bat and the football shoulder pads, pulling them on before running at the five who were wrestling on the ground. He released a roar as he hefted the bat above his head and my heart beat harder as the little guy went surprisingly apeshit.

Stalker got the immunity stick, shoving the rest of them off of him with his superior strength, but Squits wheeled the bat around, smacking him in the back with it. Stalker cried out, twisting around in fury and snatching the bat from Squits’ hands.

While he wasn't looking, Pigs snatched the immunity stick from Stalker’s grip and started running for the edge of the ring. He squealed like an actual pig as Deepthroat came at him with the lacrosse stick, wailing in rage as she smacked him with it again and again. He fell beneath her and she continued to hit him while the others all sprinted forward to try and get their hands on the immunity stick.

Pigs grabbed the only thing within reach which was the toilet paper, throwing it at Deepthroat with a shriek of fear. Deepthroat snatched the immunity stick and picked up the toilet paper too, hugging it to her chest and turning tail. She tore away as Freeloader and Squits fell over Pigs, and Bait and Stalker came after her with nothing but desperation in their eyes.

My gaze was riveted to the fight as Bait picked up the chain, giving Stalker time to make it to Deepthroat and try to wrestle the stick from her hand. She shrieked like a witch burning at the stake, smacking him with the lacrosse stick as she tried to hold onto the toilet paper as well as the immunity stick. Stalker knocked her to the ground with a hard shove, plucking the immunity stick from her hands and attempting to tug the lacrosse stick from her grip too. She let go of it the same moment she lunged at his legs, sinking her teeth into his calf. Holy fuck.

Kyan laughed loudly beside me and Saint's eyes were unblinking as he took in the violence before us. Blake was howling like